I can't believe I'm just not doing my thesis stuff. I'm bad. Very, very bad. The thing that's really halting me is the proposal defense. Heather says it's not scary, but it so is. And I hate imposing on people to come listen to me ramble about gays on the interwebs ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to worry about my religion class. Going to a religious institution, I'm required to take a class addressing religion in my field. That's all well and good, considering I'll be working with people who have closely held religious beliefs and I myself enjoy exploring religion. But it's an online discussion course, so I have little qualms ( Read more... )

How did I know this was going to happen? I just took on 10 extra hours of committed work per week. My schedule for April and May is as follows ( Read more... )

I've worked myself up into a stomachache. I don't want to give this presentation today. I still don't see the value of making people who have high social anxiety get up in front of people and do a dog and pony show. I want to just let the I Am Sam tape run for 5 minutes to take up my section ( Read more... )

Spring break, my precious, measly two days off from school is coming up. I found out today though that I've been signed up for a day long workshop in Tri-cities on Tuesday. Thanks for asking ( Read more... )

Up and down. I think school is probably coming along okay. I'm doing a couple of projects backwards and I really hope my lack of knowledge isn't showing like the gnarly hair of unshorn legs poking out from in between socks and pantcuffs ( Read more... )

( For My Own Edification )

I've been running into some trouble with having the same AIM SN for my computer and for Hippo (the Sidekick). So from now on my new AIM when I'm on Hippo is enegowaySo message me there if I'm on and it's entirely possible that I'll be available and chatty. It's also possible I'll have crammed the thing in my purse and won't get your IM until later ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure that I think too much. I wonder if that's a condition that's treatable. I guess if I had a lot of my frontal lobe removed, I'd probably think considerably less. But I'm not so much for the drool ( Read more... )

Yesterday was the first day of classes. I realize that I am not ready to go back. But I can't pinpoint exactly what's wrong. I'm completely psyched about my classes, I'm gung-ho about my research project, and while my Groups class is going to be torture, it'll be productive torture, I hope ( Read more... )